I've got into a little difficulty with Miss Silvester.

And there isn't a living soul I can ask to help me but _you._" "You know I will help you.

What is it ?" "It isn't so easy to say.

Never mind--you're no saint either, are you?
You'll keep it a secret, of course?
Look here! I've acted like an infernal fool.

I've gone and got the girl into a scrape--" Arnold drew back, suddenly understanding him.
"Good heavens, Geoffrey! You don't mean--" "I do! Wait a bit--that's not the worst of it.